Despite that he saw blatant similarityHe struggled to find a distinctive moietyAll he found was vulgar superficialityBut he focused it to sharpnessAnd shared it with the othersIt signified his anger and misery

Them and usLobbying determined through a mire of disbelieversThem and usDire perpetuation and incongruous insistenceThat there really is a differenceBetween them and us

Hate is a simple manifestationOf the deep-seated self-directed frustrationAll it does is promote fear and constrenationIt's the inabilityTo justify the enemyAnd it fills us all with trepidation

Them and usBending the significance to match a whimsied fableThem and usTumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violenceA confused loose alliance formingThem and us

I heard him sayWe can take them all(but he didn't know who they were,And he didn't know who we were.And there wasn't any reason orMotive, or value, to his story,Just allegory, imitation glory,And a desperate feeble search for a friend)